I went to the vet today for a follow-up on Daisy's teeth.
For those of you who are not hanging on the edge of your seats thinking about my dog's teeth here is the recap.
In August she went in to have about half of her bad puppy mill history teeth extracted. They were black and horrible. In the end the vet could only keep her under long enough to get them all cleaned. So he sent me home to see what I could do with brushing and to come back in a few months to reassess and to book more surgery.
In the intervening months I have been doing Daisy's teeth twice a day with dog toothpaste and these drugstore gloves and a tiny tooth brush. The glove were the most useful, I pretty much could only poke around with the toothbrush.
Well the follow-up was today and the vet told me her teeth were perfect. Amazing in fact he told me, like nothing he had ever seen, her teeth so good that the gums had even grown back and she needs no more dental work at all (this saves me about $2,500).
In fact he came out and told his staff about her teeth and wrote down exfoliating gloves.
Listen there's a lot I don't get on top of or get right.
I have upside down collars and a pile of messages to answer and classes to prepare.
I haven't touched that mending pile since 1994 and I still don't know why folks are still adding to it.
When my kids started school I bought a cookie jar and thought I would fill it with cookies so we could sit down every day after school and discuss our days.
I think I managed that once.
Three kids and twelve years of school each.
I was thinking this week I would start a new board called Disinterest where folks could pin all their unfinished projects, record their over ambitions, and all the creative projects they messed up.
I could fill boards and boards all by myself. They would be called:
"Stains Dawn dish detergent did not get out"
"Doors with no wreaths on them"
"Squares that stick to the bottom of the pan"
"Slow cooker meals that require $37.00 of ingredients and still taste like water"
"Messy kitchen drawers"
"Weird things that have been found in messy kitchen drawers"
"Rolls of undeveloped film of the childhoods of kids now in their 30s"
"Dogs with dust bunnies on them because they were coated with coconut oil by well meaning son's girlfriends and who then tried to hide under the couch (the dogs not the girlfriends)"
I think I am on to something.
But I have to say tonight.
What ever else I don't get together in my life.
I am pretty awesome when it comes to dog's teeth.